A Boo-Hoo In The Attic Poem by Troy Cochran

A Boo-Hoo In The Attic

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Monday, January twelfth.

I think the attic knows more
Than it lets on.

Usually it sleeps all day long,
Never getting up until the guests are gone.
(It's Dickinsonian: considers anything without a nest
An unwelcome visitor; creaks about the house
Preoccupied with death.)

This morning, though, it's up before the crack of dawn,
Rummaging through itself to put something darker on, I guess.
I don't know. Wanting some attention, maybe.
Worrying about the snow load.

Yes, I shouldn't wonder
That it's packed its bags, and coming down the steps
Dressed to move on, find a place where an upper floor
Can get some True rest.

Must be in a right state, too:
I felt a tear drop on my head
When I was getting out of bed,
And I thought I heard a boo-hoo.

Monday, September 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,humor,moody,winter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
An undiscovered poet, waking up to a leak in his roof.

Selected from my chapbook entitled 'January in the House of Nods.' Written in January of 2009, when Northern Idaho (where I lived at the time) was receiving record snowfalls ~ so much snow we were running out of places to put it.
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Troy Cochran

Toppenish, WA
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